Chapter 28: Unlikely Rescuer

I slump in the back seat of the police cruiser, utterly defeated. I can't muster tears or Kitalia or even a scrap of Grace Grant. Not even the tiniest sniff of optimism or a shroud of darkness to hide beneath. I'm here, in the hands of the law, about to be grounded for life and kicked out of school for going about this all the wrong way. It has to be the wrong way or I'd be winning, wouldn't I? Maybe there's no way to win.

That thought only makes me feel worse. I feel like I've failed my whole life, not just tonight. One big whoops after another, from not fighting back against Bonnie to escaping instead of adapting, to creating a fake me and staying hidden instead of standing up for myself. And when I pick the moment to act, to try to be the person I should have been a long time ago? Far too late.

You suck at being a hero, Kit MacLean. Grace Grant would be ashamed of you.